I Am Not Wrong: Wrong Is Not

My Father Was Both The Person Who Gave Me Reason To Learn How To Fight And The One Who Taught Me The Basics Of Fighting. He Would Tell Me That If It Was A Big Fight, It Would Probably Be Uneven, It Wouldn't Be Fair

South Africa Used To Seem So Far Away. Then It Came Home To Me. It Began To Signify The Meaning Of White Hatred Here. That Was What The Sheets And The Suits And The Ties Covered Up, Not Very Well. That Was What The Cowardly Guys Calling Me Names From Their Speeding Truck Wanted To Happen To Me, To All Of Me: To My People. That Was What Would Happen To Me If I Walked Around The Corner Into The Wrong Neighborhood. That Was Birmingham. That Was Brooklyn. That Was Reagan. That Was The End Of Reason. South Africa Was How I Came To Understand That I Am Not Against War; I Am Against Losing The War.

The Music Of Language Became Extremely Important To Me, And Obvious To Me. By The Time I Was Seven I Was Writing Myself. I Was A Poet

That A Little Child Will Lead Us Back To The Child We Will Always Be, Vulnerable And Wanting And Hurting For Love And For Beauty.

I Do Believe That The Analogy For Bisexuality Is A Multicultural, Multi-ethnic, Multiracial World View. Bisexuality Follows From Such A Perspective And Leads To It, As Well.